Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.